Now That’s Art! Nov. 30, 2024

behind the floor lamp

in a dark corner of our living room

hides a web of concentric circles

and when the bulb clicks on

at bedtime it’s clearly more

dream catcher than spider’s snare

an untouched threaded perfection

I look and have yet to see a spider

perhaps it died after sculpting

a legacy left anonymous unsigned

sitting in a gallery no one sees

except me and I’ll show no one

let it hang there until the display

is swept away the body

inhaled in a bag of dust

our cleaning woman suddenly aware

of the eyes of other artists

watching her from the shadows